Escaping a boot camp...

Monday 12th Jan. 09

Again, my recollection of this one is choppy but the gist of the dream is this: I had gone away to some kind of camp (in a dormitory building) for the week where I would be around other people doing all kinds of “fun” activities. However, when I got there I discovered the camp was nowhere near as fun as previously advertised and there was little to do. Also, the place was a good train ride away from my home town and a little off the beaten track. In other words, there was no easy way of leaving.

After a short while, a group of military policemen took over the camp. They claimed to bring the fun activities we were originally promised and, at first seemed quite amiable, making all kinds of nice sounding claims about the stuff we’d be doing. However, none of it came to fruition. Instead, they had the camp on lockdown and told us that we were no longer free to leave and had to do as they said. I decided that I wasn’t having this and sneaked out of the camp. Even though it was on lockdown, I somehow managed to nonchalantly walk out of the front door without anyone noticing. I then ran up a little dirt track (which originally lead to the camp) and found myself walking along a long road. The whole time, I was looking behind me, mindful that the military police would soon give chase, but they never did.

My next thought was to find the train station so I could go home, but I was lost and didn’t really know where I was going. After a while, I found two young men and asked them were the police station was. They pointed me in the right direction, then I asked them for the train station (which is what I really wanted to know) and they said they didn’t know. One of the men was also smirking, so I asked him what was so funny and grabbed him by the throat. He then apologised and said it was because he recognised me from the camp; it turns out he visited it at some point when I was still there. Anyway, I accompanied the men for a while and they helped me find my way.

I did eventually get back home, but I’m not sure how. When I got home, I regretted the fact that I’d left all my best clothes at the camp when I escaped as I looked in my wardrobe and found there wasn’t much left. I consoled myself with the thought that it was January so I might be able to pick up something cheap in the sales(!). However, some time later I chose to go back to the camp for my clothes. When I got there, I saw the people I left being shouted at and ordered about by the MPs. Luckily, nobody recognised me when I went there and nobody tried to stop me from leaving a second time either. (I didn’t take my clothes with me in the end… I think I had trouble finding them.)

The dream ended with me on a ship boarded to some unknown destination in Europe. I have no idea where I was going, or why. I also woke up from this dream feeling very uneasy.